Joe and Grace found a package of balloons that was left over from her birthday party. Joe blew up one of the balloons and gave it to Gracie.
Who promptly brought it to show me.
I bump it to you, Momma!
I was happy to bump and volley the balloon with her.
While we played, I took a lot of (lousy) pictures of her and the balloon. I was thinking about all of the skills she was practicing while we played.
I can’t help myself. I’m a dork.
Hand-eye coordination, how things move when you hit them,
how balloons fall through the air,
when to swing to connect…
She was learning so many cool physics and sports lessons.
We talked about what she was seeing and doing.
But not so much that it would make our fun less, well, fun.
Eventually Joe joined us, and we played monkey in the middle and a slew of other games.
I wish I could have bottled the giggles.
Fortunately, we had a whole bag of balloons because Grace learned her last lesson a little too late.
Balloons break when you fall on them.
All told, we used a nickel’s worth of balloons.
I couldn’t have asked for a more frugal or more fun way to spend a Sunday afternoon.
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